1 On wings of Eagles
A Transformers fanfic
By Diane Kelley
disclaimers and notes: I do not own Transformers or any of the characters thereof, the only thing in here that is mine is Fastblade, my little Autobot femme. Also a note that this is somewhat AU, in that it changes the events of the movie somewhat. ..making it fit more with the Future Imperfect universe. In fact, I need to thank Ben Hutchins and give him props for inspiring this.
Two vehicles ripped up the grassy knoll to Kilker's Pond, one a Ferrarri that was red with orange flames trimming the sides and hood, the other a black 1997 firebird Trans Am Ram Air with silver trim along the door panels. A strange grinding sound rang into the still air as both vehicles transformed, one into a red and orange quite masculine looking robot, the other a sleek black and silver femme. The black one turned to her companion. "That was fun, Hot Rod, I do enjoy racing you quite a lot."
Hot Rod gave his typical male grin, the one that had earned him the "turbo revvin' punk" title from the old timer among the Autobots, Kup. "Anytime, Fastblade. Well, any time you can get away with racing before your creator corrals you, that is."
Fastblade moaned. "Please don't remind me about how I'm the 'Leader's daughter and should conduct myself as such'. I don't want to hear it. Being the creation of Optimus Prime isn't all it's cracked up to be." She then suddenly turned her head, looking up as if she'd heard a loud noise. "What in the name of Primus. ..." she pointed up to the sky, grabbing Hot Rod's arm to get his attention. "Isn't that Starscream?"
Hot Rod turned, looking up. Sure enough it was the Decepticon Air Commander. "It is. . and it looks like he's in trouble. Good Riddance, I say."
Starscream in the meanwhile was flying as fast and skillfully as he ever had, as if his very function depended on it. Which it did. Megatron, the Decepticon leader, after his last coup attempt, had banished him, sending Dirge and Ramjet after him to make SURE he stayed gone. Wouldn't have much minded if the other two Seekers shot him down, Starscream was sure. Not only that, he had pretty throughly beaten him up BEFORE throwing him out, which meant he was running on pure fear. A near-imperceptible shiver ran down the frame of his F-15 alt mode at the memories of those last few moments in his home.
flashback.
"Megatron, no PLEASE!" That high-pitched, distinctive voice range through the war room as the large, white armored ex-gladiator bore down on him. He could tell by the way those red optics sparked in fury that he was REALLY in for it this time. To be sure, Megatron had beaten him before, as a matter of fact he seemed to be the leader's FAVORED punching bag, but the look in Megatron's eyes spoke of far worse than a mere beating. When his leader picked him up from his sniveling position on the floor his fear was confirmed. Megatron had terrified him pretty much since he'd joined up, He felt his frame rattle as he was thrown into the wall, then metal fists pummeling his torso, each blow stealing the breath from his air intakes. The sound of breaking glass could be heard as his cockpit shattered into a tinkling shower of yellow shards. Then Megatron stood over his battered form, unmindful of the energon and lubricant that leaked over his feet. "Go from my sight now. . and if you wish to still function never return."
end flashback.
Fastblade looks up again as she hears Hot Rod yell back. "Come on, we have to tell the others we may be under attack!"
"Just a few minutes, Hot Rod, I'm going to go check this out myself." With that she transformed back to vehicle mode, taking off at top speed back down the hill toward the area that if Starscream were to crash she was fairly certain he would land.